it’s in the warmth of your arms, the soft sighs you make (when you think no one is there), the rustle of your robes, the chime of the bells in your hair. it’s in the charms you weave for me (one for each year i’ve known you), crimson and gold and sky in your thread, patiently, meticulously, prayers in your every breath. i find it in the light of your eyes, in the way you look at everything you see like the gods have just made the world anew. you see beauty in everything (and i start to see it too). it’s in the way i feel something missing when your hand isn’t somewhere on my arm. i shiver from a cold i’ve never known because it’s only without you that i truly feel alone
(because it’s only when i’m with you that i know i’ve found my home)
elliot w.
